-Pamela-
She stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her tender skin, and took a towel off the rack wrapping it around her. Her mind raced with anxiety as it always did, and she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Long brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, wrinkles beginning to form, but the echoes of genuine beauty still present in her body and face. Tits still perky and luscious, and an ass so tight that she got pleasure just wrapping the towel crisply around it.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and very naughty. With a Master's Degree in Divinity, she wasn't supposed to think the way she did, but she had always been that way. Her and her husband Joseph owned a large cabin on a mountain in Montana, and a music club in the small town closest to them. They often put up bands from out of town in their cabin, and Pamela had struggled to get to sleep many a night fantasizing about the muscular young musicians sleeping just several yards away. She had acted out a few times, but nothing severe.
She was beginning to need something though. The sex between her and Joseph had long since stopped being kinky enough for her, and had even grown mechanical. He was kind, humorous, and attractive, but after fifteen years of marriage her female hormones had started to cry out for something more. She found herself reminiscing about her semi-wild college days more and more, and dreaming about fantasies as yet unfulfilled.
-Justin-
He stepped up from the piano after another rehearsal and stared across the room at his fellow band members, all of them plain and unattractive, yet always willing to throw insults his way. His sensitive side found it's way to the surface, and therefore opened him up to ridicule for numerous different reasons. He found no need to hide his true self, while others danced away from their own shadows. His Mom convinced him it was just jealously, and sometimes he believed that might be true, but he would never be able to understand the intense insecurity emanating from most males around him.
Twenty-two, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, chiseled features, a few tattoos, the exact image of male beauty. He was so open-minded and forward that he found himself scaring females away more often than not. For a long time during college he was convinced it was because he was unattractive, but after he received a modeling offer his confidence grew, and he began to embrace whom he really was. Kinky, forward, open minded, and just downright filthy in a lot of sexual ways.
His band was off on a road trip now to Montana, and he was looking forward to the time away.
-Day-
The show in Montana went wonderfully. Pamela and her husband were incredible gracious hosts and club owners. The crowd was huge and jovial, and drank themselves silly dancing to the music into the early hours of the morning. Several times throughout the night Pamela and Justin met eyes, and even brushed against each other as they passed. Justin was very attracted to her, but he had been in trouble with his band many times before, and had promised to try to behave. It was against his nature though.
Pamela was consumed with lust; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. There was a moment in the evening when she had to pee and sitting on the toilet she almost had to get herself off because she was so wet, but she resisted, and tried to embrace the pleasure and lust she was feeling. She enjoyed watching his gorgeous face and arms in his tight black tank top as he sang onstage and walked around. When they made eye contact an electric shock ran through her that she had never felt even in the earliest days of her and Joseph's courtship.
-Night-
After the show the band talked to the two of them, and accepted the offer to stay at their place. Upon arriving at the house, they were shown the upstairs, downstairs, the large bathroom, the Jacuzzi and deck, the dogs, and many other elements of pride the couple had about their place.
As everybody wound down, Justin found a place of solitude in the small basement, with a large window behind him looking out to the Jacuzzi. He noticed everyone making their way out to the deck, and stripped down to his boxer briefs to join them. Stepping into the water felt so amazing after a long and stressful day. His thoughts were temporarily off of Pamela, as she seemed to be preoccupied with her husband and the house.
Slowly his fellow band members stepped out to make their way to bed and Justin was left in the Jacuzzi with Joseph. They had several fine conversations while drinking chardonnay, and after a period of time Pamela came out to join them, letting her towel drop to show her red bikini. Joseph seemed unphased by Justin's preoccupation with her body, almost as if he didn't notice. It's as if after such a long marriage jealously could no longer be felt.
Justin himself couldn't remember ever being so hard... her eyes were alive like those had had never seen, and her bikini was so beautiful clinging to her body, the back of the bikini bottom so tight it was almost riding up her perfectly formed ass cheeks. The conversations began again, and Justin found himself genuinely enjoying them as a couple. They were mature, and confident, and able to talk about themselves and others without a hint of resentment or jealousy. It was a wonderful change from those he was accustomed to.
After a time both of them got out to go to bed, and in what Justin hoped was an attempt to come back, Pamela asked him if he needed anything. He requested another glass of chardonnay and she nodded in agreement, Joseph unaware anything was being spoken between their eyes. It made Justin angry and empowered at the same time, to see a man so utterly uninterested in a woman he had married. He wondered if all relationships were this way. It made him want to fuck Pamela so hard that she would forget Joseph even existed.
-Nirvana-
